It walked up to our tent on two legs..

It was requested that I repost my incident here so here it is.

There is a mountain that I live near that I collect stones on, here in Oregon. Quartz Crystals, Tourmaline, Gold, you name it. It’s an old mining area that has abandoned mine shafts and dilapidated old buildings from the 1800s. The roads up this mountain are treacherous, taking quite a while to get up if you accidentally take the wrong (unmaintained) roads.

One day my roommate and I decided to go collect stones up there. It was spring and the weather was great. We hadn’t seen signs of other people all day. A quiet day in the National Forest, as kids were still in school. We made it up the mountain and set up camp. We poked around the area finding a few crystals here and there, and even though I had been up this mountain many many times, something felt off this time. This crude camping area with its makeshift toilet was extremely remote, but I had never felt strange there before. It’s as if we were being watched. That feeling you get in your subconscious that you cannot seem to shake. But, I did and we carried on with our day. At around 9pm, after preparing a fire and some food we decided to head to bed.

The tent was about 50 feet from the car and that made me feel comfortable. I have hiked constantly in super extreme remote areas for many years now and have run into some sketchy situations. It’s not comforting when you are scared and hours away from a vehicle on foot. The forest can become overwhelming under those circumstances. But this time was different. We had the car right there, so, what could go wrong?

I had just about fallen asleep, and my roommate was already out like a light when the noise caught my attention. It sounded like the brush just in the treeline shaking. We were surround by forest all around except for a boulder field to the back of our tent up against a massive mountain peak with an amazing rock face. I sat there listening to the bushes shake wondering what could be out there. It’s not unusual to have elk or small animals like opossums come into camp and walk through, but this was something big.

What happened next made my blood run cold. I hear the bushes stop shaking, and something takes a step onto the ground. It had a loud step, I know that sounds strange, but that’s the best way to describe it. It then proceeds to walk right up to the tent. What made me lose my cool mentally was it was on two legs. I could identify right away that this was not a four legged usual coming around camp. I laid there as still as I could and listened. All I could hear was a heavy breathing. Then it all went quiet. Again I hear the bushes rattle, and it walks up to the tent again. The bizarre part is I never heard it walk back away from the tent. That messed with my head.

After a few minutes of silence had passed I jammed my roommate in the ribs with my elbow and whispered, as uncomfortable making a noise made me feel, for him to listen. Just be quiet and listen. After a few minutes of him looking at me like I had lost my mind, the bushes shook and the, whatever it was, walked up to the tent again. My roommates eyes got big, and he whispered “oh my god that’s two feet.” He knew how I felt by the look on my face and didn’t even expect a response. We sat there for a good twenty minutes listening to this thing walk up to the tent over and over but never walk away. Then, whatever it was, walked over to the crude bathroom and started shaking it violently. Both of us now laying up in our sleeping bags debating in our minds what to do next.

After a good 45 minutes of all of this going on everything got silent, so we sat there for about another 20 minutes, still.. silence. That’s when I turned to my roommate and said, “we need to go.” I had had well enough by this time. All we had for defense was a small axe in the tent with us, which looking back was so very foolish. I grabbed the axe and I said we’re gonna book it to the car, get in and lock the doors. And we did just that. We ripped the tent zipper down the fastest we could without getting it caugh and high tailed it right for the car. My roommate turned the car on immediately and turned the headlights on, illuminating the entire camping area with out tent in front of the car. Nothing. No signs of anything in our limited visual field. My roommate them jumps out of the car, runs up and grabs the tent with everything in it, runs back and throws it all on the back seat and we take off down the mountain in the pitch black. The entire time, I’m expecting whatever that thing was to come running out at the car.

I have camped up in this area since a few good times, as I kid you not, it is one of the most beautiful pristine subalpine areas you will ever ever see. I’ve had two other experiences, though both we were camping IN the car, as I will never sleep in a tent again.

The natives used to call this area Skookum Mountain and said it was “haunted” by the “evil god of the woods.” The miners had a rough time here. Rugged country filled with many perils.

I will post more incidents soon.

Here is a photo of the area from my instagram: https://m.imgur.com/a/EgF5t